Crankpot

I am in such a bad mood. If small and cute things, things like butterflies, puppies, starfish, or sparrows, could be in my head with my thoughts they would die from and then be poached by the steamy mean swirling around in there. I’m mad at myself, annoyed with 98% of the world, and jealous of the other 2%. It’s not good. I am upset for pretty shallow and droll reasons, and that makes me MORE angry with myself.